Owen Lewis was seated on a chair, legs crossed, holding his mobile phone in his right hand, his speakerphone on.
"Since you refuse a toast and insist on a forfeit, I'll have to resort to other means."
Maxwell Peary, sitting in his office, hadn't expected such a thing to happen at noon.
Hearing that Chairman Zhu was targeting Nia Mitchell infuriated him even more.
"Young Master... Young Master Peary..."
The bodyguard desperately wanted to shout, I'm innocent!
But he couldn't.
"Humph!"
Maxwell Peary let out a cold humph, and the temperature in the entire dining hall seemed to plummet a few degrees.
"Fine, so you still won't tell the truth."
This was what Maxwell Peary hated most; if you couldn't hide something properly, it was best not to hide it at all.
"Owen, you know what to do."
A corner of Maxwell Peary's lips tilted up. After saying that, he hung up and remained seated in his office.
